Legacy

A letter to Myself

Hello to the other me;

to the me who used to be

wild and carefree;

to the me with no worries,

the one that never used to flurry

to the corner of unsociability;

to the one who used to fly,

the one that continued to try;

to the me that used to cry

whenever Fear paid her a visit;

to the innocent little girl

who thought it possible

for Freedom to rule the world.

That little girl is gone now,

vanished into oblivion;

never to be caught

or to be taught

in the arms of the villains again,

for she has been damaged

and she has been cut.

She has been stabbed

and she has been scrubbed.

She has been stepped on

and she has been mugged

of the feeling of sincerity

that used to flood

her blood.

That little girl does cease to exist

yet lives inside of me,

dormant until the day arrives

where she loses her mind.

People shall see,

on that day,

who she used to be

for a mere second;

for that girl has turned dark;

for that girl is me.

-YET-